The White Mage (10)
After wandering around for quite a while and finishing the cleanup, Tirsi returned just as the sun began tilting toward the west.
“Sorry for the long wait.”
She was still wearing the pink nurse uniform beneath a doctor’s coat. It suited her surprisingly well, but she wasn’t going to change out of it? Tirsi noticed my gaze beneath the mask and fiddled with the coat.
“Is this outfit bothering you?”
“I’m curious about its purpose.”
When I answered honestly, Tirsi slipped off the coat and explained. The nurse uniform was a miniskirt dress, yet the top had long sleeves.
“It’s an experimental robe. I sterilize it with cleansing magic and use it when compounding alchemical reagents or running tests. A potion can never contain any foreign substances besides the aqueous solution and ingredients.”
“Ah, I see.” So it was basically protective workwear.
Tirsi removed her nurse cap, touched it, and unfolded the fabric. It became a pink cap that looked exactly like something a nutritionist would wear.
“This is to ensure not a single hair falls out. You tie your hair up first, then put it on.”
“That’s incredibly strict.”
“If any foreign matter gets in, the potion will spoil or its quality will drop. So it has to be made with extreme care. Though there are some damn alchemists who accept orders for quantities they can’t handle and simply dump the whole thing on their apprentices.”
Tirsi ground her teeth, clearly pissed off as she spoke. Different job, different workplace, but she was still basically a graduate student—writing theses, getting odd jobs dumped on her by her master. A powerful sense of solidarity surged through me. Even though we had almost nothing in common, I suddenly felt close to her.
‘I hadn’t realized she was an alchemist.’
Thinking back on the previous request, everything clicked. Tirsi’s behavior in the sewers had been far removed from someone who had survived fierce combat. It made sense now; as an alchemist, she simply lacked experience using magic in actual fights. A similar case to Earthrate.
The reason she was called a mage was probably because she operated as one whenever she took adventurer jobs. After all, no one registered at the guild as “Warrior (Former Farmer).” She really was a mage.
So had the adventurer work been an attempt to escape from under Earthrate? She had probably planned to climb the tech tree—mage guild to adventurer guild to another workplace—like changing companies. Still, the fact that she had the stamina to take on a side gig while working that hard was impressive.
I stopped my wandering thoughts and gestured toward the sofa.
“Please, sit down. It feels strange for me to be the one offering, though.”
“McRoyver is currently going through the detention process, so this room is basically empty anyway. The guild will probably send people to seize it soon.”
“You must have gone through a lot explaining everything to the guild. I’m in your debt.”
“Not at all. If anything, we’re the ones who received help from you.”
When I lowered my head and spoke in a subdued voice, Tirsi gently waved off my thanks. Thanks to the soft pink nurse uniform, even her seemingly cold white hair and pale skin felt warm.
“We’re the ones who should be thanking you. Because of you, Mr. Wayne, we were finally able to make that hateful master of mine receive proper punishment. Once things settle down, I wanted to visit with the others to express our gratitude, but… since you need to hide your identity, I suppose that won’t be possible.”
She sounded genuinely regretful. I waved my hand dismissively.
“His ruin was nothing more than the fruit of his own actions. Wasn’t he the one who acted selfishly, looked down on others, and treated them harshly? Even without me, he would have ended up like that sooner or later. It just happened to be today.”
Earthrate was the kind of bastard who attracted aggro everywhere he went. In my opinion, if left alone he would have gotten properly fucked eventually. Like those internet trolls who can’t abandon their true nature and end up getting doxxed and dragged to an offline police meeting.
This time was no different. If that bastard hadn’t messed with even one person among Tirsi, me, or anyone else, he wouldn’t have received this kind of thorough “education.”
“You’re very humble, Mr. Wayne.”
Tirsi smiled as she sat on the sofa. I shrugged.
“A master’s degree holder can’t afford to be arrogant. Everyone’s too busy realizing their own stupidity and desperately looking for a mouse hole to hide in.”
“Hehe. Does it change once you go beyond a doctorate?”
“It does. Once they become professors, they turn into the exact same kind of person as Earthrate. I’ve hardly ever seen a professor who truly cared about their students.”
Aside from my role-model Professor Brammaton, they were all fucking bastards and great fucking bastards. It really was strange. Most professors must have had their own graduate student days. This was a mystery of the world comparable to how military absurdity gets passed down through every generation.
“How horrible.”
“It really is. Seems the world works that way in general.”
We exchanged sighs while sharing the sorrows of lab slaves and guild slaves, then moved on to the main topic.
“Alright, that’s enough gloomy talk. Shall we start on the explanation you asked for?”
“Please do.”
When I agreed, Tirsi folded her cap back into its nurse-cap shape, put it on, and asked.
“I heard a rough outline from that man, but I’d like to hear a proper explanation directly from you, Mr. Wayne.”
“Umm….”
That question made me recall exactly what I now had to tell her.
—My dick got insanely huge! The cum just gushes out nonstop! Will it stay like this? It’s hard to even have sex with my girlfriend!
‘Fuck.’
For a delicate man like me—who somehow balanced feminism and machismo—this was a slightly difficult question. Honestly, how many men could talk about something like this to a female doctor? It would be nearly impossible unless you were a sexual harasser like Earthrate.
“Well… ahem. So, the thing is?”
But I couldn’t just gloss over it. If I did, I would have come all this way, suffered for nothing, and left empty-handed. I squeezed out my courage.
“My genitals have enlarged.”
“────.”
Tirsi’s face remained smiling. To be exact, it had frozen mid-smile.
“……Genitals… you mean?”
“Let me say upfront that this is absolutely not sexual harassment.”
I quickly explained, imitating how Tirsi had spoken in the sewers. I wasn’t as fast as she had been, but the desperation was comparable.
“Here’s what happened….”
I recited everything I had told Earthrate and his response as best as I could remember. Since nearly half a day had passed, there were some gaps in my memory, but I covered all the important parts.
“Ah, I understand. So the side effect of the magic affected your… genitals.”
As she spoke, Tirsi’s eyes unconsciously drifted toward my lower body. It was annoying when men did it, but even when a woman did it, it was still embarrassing and not exactly pleasant.
“Ahem.”
“…Ah! S-sorry!”
Tirsi apologized in a hurry. I finally understood how Franc felt every day with people staring at her chest. Unlike a dick that could be hidden, Franc’s enormous breasts were impossible to miss even under a poncho. It was inevitable that she would become timid in front of strangers. Everyone’s eyes would be glued to her chest.
“Th-then, could you follow me this way first? Before I give my opinion, I need to run a detailed examination of the symptoms.”
“…A detailed examination?”
Because of the affected area, it sounded strangely erotic. Fuck, a precision dick examination? How exactly does one examine that? Would I have to take my pants off in front of Tirsi and special summon the yellow-skinned anaconda?
“…Ah?! D-don’t get any weird ideas! I’m only going to analyze the magic’s structure with a magic tool!”
Tirsi hurriedly corrected herself. I answered, relieved.
“Understood. The examination fee…”
“Ah, I think that will be fine. Among the people who suffered because of McRoyver, there’s an expert in this field. If I ask her, she’ll do it for free.”
Tirsi—who had put on a new mask, probably to hide her embarrassment—stood up. Excited by the word “free,” I followed after her. To think that helping others would return to me as a blessing like this. As expected, people really should do good deeds.
***
The person introduced as the “expert in this field” did not look like one at all.
“Hi~ Are you that knight who rides the white horse? Though your whole look is black, huh?”
She wore an extremely revealing robe. Her curly blonde hair was striking. The eyeshadow around her eyes gave her a sensual look.
“Hello? I’m Lucy Aberline. Nice to meet you~!”
“I’m Arthur Wayne. Please take care of me.”
Her way of speaking was quite unique. Was she foreign? In my eyes all white-skinned people were foreigners, so I couldn’t really tell them apart. From her speech, I guessed she might be from Romania.
“Lucy. Could I ask for your help?”
“Of course~. You really smashed that son of a bitch’s face, huh? I saw it and laughed my ass off! For a cool guy like you, I’ll help however I can!”
While answering Tirsi, she also gave me a subtle wink. I smiled wryly beneath my mask.
“The diagnostic magic tool is that one! You just need to go inside and stay still!”
What Lucy pointed at was a machine that looked like an iron barrel. Think of it as an otherworld MRI. Even if the worlds were different, it seemed people’s ideas converged in similar ways.
“Is it okay to keep my clothes on?”
“Hu? …Oh! Sorry, I forgot to mention! You have to take off all your clothes inside—”
“Lucy. Stop joking around. Mr. Wayne? You can just go in as you are.”
Tirsi spoke while pinching Lucy, whose face had completely relaxed. Lucy seemed used to it; she didn’t even flinch.
“Aang~ What a shame! Tirsi is always so stiff~.”
“Not a shame at all, okay?”
“It is a shame~ It was a chance to feast your eyes~! We mages have to find more joy in life than other people! A life of nothing but research is way too boring!”
“Hmph. You don’t need to worry. I’m living quite enjoyably.”
“Says the twenty-three-year-old who’s never had a boyfriend~?”
“………….”
“Aaah! Don’t pull my cheeks! Not the cheeks! It hurts~!”
Listening to their cheerful conversation, I stepped into the chamber. Once I finished preparing, the women’s chatter stopped.
“Then let’s start right away~!”
Lucy’s energetic voice rang out, and the magic circle inside the barrel began spinning with a loud hum.
Green mana surged from every vessel in my body, permeating my cells and bursting outward in a flood.
I closed my eyes and focused at Tirsi’s request. It was the same as when I had jumped from the building to beat Earthrate senseless. Back then I had activated the magic without a chant. It felt like unconsciously performing a routine task I had repeated countless times—like not thinking about how to grip the doorknob every time you open a door.
Recalling that sensation, I moved the mana catheter. I imagined green mana overflowing from the blood vessels throughout my entire body, permeating every cell and gushing outward.
‘Drink it, Nord. Take the mana into your hands…’
Muttering inwardly, I activated the magic. The sensation of having fully chanted the spell raced through my body—and the magic activated.
Shwaaaaaah!!
When I cracked my eyes open, I saw green mana overflowing from my body. The magic tool’s circle absorbed the mana and turned the same shade of green.
At that moment, my hearing—sharpened by Beast Regression—caught the two women’s conversation amid the machine’s noise.
“Hmm~. This is an old enhancement magic, right? The wave pattern is kinda similar to the spells those crazy Viking bastards used.”
“BSK?”
“Yeah. The wave pattern matches. Maybe a derivative of BSK magic?”
“Really? How does the aftereffects residual comanie show up?”
“It’s full in the dick and balls!”
“D-don’t say it so bluntly…”
“What’s the big deal? Anyway, it’s big and impressive… The shape is coming through so clearly, I think I might fall for it…”
Fuck. I had no idea what they were saying. Were those proper nouns? Even my translation ability couldn’t interpret them. Was my body really okay? What the hell was happening to my dick and balls?
After enduring that anxious time, the magic tool’s power suddenly cut off. Well, it wasn’t powered by electricity, so maybe not the right word, but it fucking turned off.
“Mr. Wayne. You can come out now.”
“Understood.”
When I stepped out of the barrel, the two women showed completely opposite reactions. Lucy looked at me with a lewd gaze while Tirsi avoided eye contact.
Fuck, what happened? Someone tell me. I’m dying of anxiety here.
The mutation has entered its final stage.
Physical mutation has already reached maximum change.
Conclusion:No further mutations will occur.
Tirsi cleared her throat and spoke.
“From the examination results, it has been confirmed that Beast Regression is a mutation magic whose mana wave pattern has entered its final stage.”
“The physical mutation that occurred in Mr. Wayne’s body has already reached its maximum level of change.”
No, fuck, explain it so my brain can understand. The phrase “final stage” made me think of cancer, and I grew extremely anxious.
“I’m sorry, but could you explain in more detail? I don’t have much knowledge of magic, so it’s hard for me to follow.”
“Ah, my apologies. To put it simply… it means that no further mutations will occur in Mr. Wayne’s body beyond this point.”
No further mutations would occur.
I mulled over those words, then my whole body trembled!!
That meant my dick would neither grow any longer nor shrink!!
‘Fuck!! Little buddy, breathe easy!!! They say you’re okay!!!!’
My little buddy is safe!! It’s safe, you motherfuckers!!
I was so overcome with emotion that I almost shed tears of relief beneath my mask. My wedding with Franc would be a wholesome wedding! The nightmare of a wedding dress X2 lesbian beam ceremony had vanished into the abyss! This was the victory of otherworld machismo!
‘──Ah. I’m satisfied.’
My dick was fine. Just hearing those words made all today’s suffering worth it. I could even forgive Earthrate for triggering my trauma. That bastard who got beaten to a pulp by me was an otherworld treasure—a little brat born solely to give me a discount on my medical fees.
Beyond the glass window, the otherworld sunset that stirred up nostalgia was visible. Since coming to this world, had there ever been a single time I looked at the evening glow and thought it beautiful? No, never. Yet right now I was looking up at the sky and smiling. Because the world seen through Big Dick’s eyes was this beautiful.